Kavira POV
The moment the tires smacked against the runway, I jolted in my seat. My knuckles were bone-white where they gripped the armrest, while Vorian sat beside me with his arms folded tight across his chest. His face was unreadable, but I could feel the faint threads of emotion he was trying to lock down. Between his steady restraint and my own battle with nerves and the nausea that hadn’t given me a break all day I was a mess.
I pressed a hand over my mouth, forcing myself to breathe through my nose so I wouldn’t throw up. Vorian kept flicking those quick, sideways glances at me, waiting for me to lose it. Across the aisle, Sorentha looked like she couldn’t decide if she felt sorry for me or entertained.
“Bite me,” I muttered through clenched teeth as the plane finally shuddered t
